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Monday, December 14, 2015

Every knitter has projects that they work on then set aside, rinse and repeat multiple times.

One of my time out projects is in its second year. The coordinating hat for the Peerie Flooers mittens was finished ages ago and is lovely.

The mittens have stalled.

Tonight, as I was contemplating which project to work on at Knit Night, these mittens came to mind. (There is a certain purple cardigan that is on my hate list right now because it takes soooooo long to do a single row, so I don't want to work on it.)

Ran down to the basement and brought two contenders upstairs with me: the mittens and the Modern Quilt Wrap that was started a year ago.

I'm pretty sure it was about this time a year ago that I last touched the mitts. After pulling everything out of its storage bag, it's clear there is a mystery at hand. Not exactly sure where I am in the pattern, hopefully the marker tape is accurate.

It was easy to figure out why the thumb stitches are set aside on waste yarn, but why is the mitten body on waste yarn? Why did I take most of the ball bands off the yarn? Why did I stop mid row?

These are the burning questions in the Case of the Mitten Mystery. I'd say stay tuned to see how it turns out, but at this rate it could be a few years.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

It's not uncommon for people to say to a knitter, "oh that's sooo cute, I would love it if you made one for me!"

The truth of the matter is pure and simple. Some people are knitworthy, and some people are not.

Every knitter can share scads of stories about spending insane amounts of time finding the perfect pattern, the perfect yarn, and the mind blowing numbers of hours putting your love in every single stitch (as in thousands upon thousands of stitches in socks and sweaters, for example) only to find the item cast aside by the recipient.

Before you bust my chops and give the lecture about once a gift is given, it is the recipient's right to do with as they please, listen for a second. Intuitively I know this. But, in reality, the crafter is intimately tied to the project, unlike items you run out and buy from a big box.

Over the years, my list of those deemed knitworthy has changed. There have been some HUGE learning curves to the development of said list. Early on, if someone said please, then I was Ado Annie fast to accommodate. Not so much anymore.

A specific learning lesson came a few years ago. As a knitter that also spins, I have the distinct privilege of not only crafting an item, but also being able to create the yarn itself. One year, I took the time to ask a group of knitting friends what their absolute favorite colors were. Then I spent hours searching for the perfect fiber blend in the perfect colorways for each person, then spent what seemed like every waking hour painstakingly hand spinning beautiful 4 oz blobs of gorgeous fiber into one of a kind skeins matched for each person. Then, I went a step further and found a couple of patterns they might like that matched up to the gauge and yardage of each skein. Sounds like a project full of love doesn't it? It certainly started that way. Until two of the recipients sullied the whole thing by making unkind comments.

We were on a group outing at a craft store when my first clue came, not only about how my gift might be received, but also about the true nature of their "friendship". I had only recently quizzed them about color preferences, responding to questions about why I needed to know with just because I need to know (we were already in the habit of giving gifts and this was asked during the early planning phase of our Christmas party). While looking at amigurumi knitting books, they began bantering back and forth comments along the lines of " what's your favorite animal and what's your favorite color??? I'll knit your favorite for you" and so on. At face value, it would seem to be silly conversation, but the truth ran deeper. Call me hypersensitive if you will, but true colors were shown in those comments. I learned.

Since that time there have only been a few more incidents that have taken me aback. There was a "friend" that came into possession of a fair amount of yarn. She is not a crafter, so she asked if I might like to have it. She sent it to me, and then the phone calls/texts started coming. "My niece is having a baby, would you use some of it to make a baby sweater?" So I did...and a hat...and booties...and mittens. (There was a lot of one perfect yarn). Mailed it off and have not heard a single peep from her since. No acknowledgement that it was even received-it was, I checked the signature line on UPS tracking. Lesson learned, again.

The moral of the story is that some people in your life are knitworthy and some are not. Even among those that ARE knitworthy, powers of discernment must be used when choosing yarn. I freely admit to being a yarn snob and prefer the quality and performance of higher end yarns. But there is a place for more budget friendly workhorse yarns...primarily for the silly/funny "oooooh please make it for me" projects my adult sons come up with. I know going in, it is a novelty item request and will be cast aside quickly. And that's okay. As for others in my circle of knitworthy family and friends, know that much love goes in every single stitch. The time required to complete a project is precious, hard to find spare time that has been devoted solely to you.

The overall moral of this story, is please be gentle with your fiber loving family/friends. We love what we do and the love put into a project stays with it, so to speak. You can't buy love, which, of course, makes handmade gifts priceless.

So, don't be the Grinch that ruins Knitmas (any time of the year).

(Just because these two girls of mine have beautiful fleeces that may wind up as someone's gift next year. Bonnie and Latte say you are welcome...in advance.)

Or for the sake of being honest, I could work on any of the other multiple projects that have been started, but not finished. Every crafter knows that some days you feel like working in one craft medium and other days something else sparks your creativity. It is a rarity for me to not finish something eventually (the exceptions being the Bee Keeper's Quilt...the stash of hexipuffs have been converted to cat toys...the pattern having been purged along with another project that I am so done with it went into the trash... yes I said trash).

But anywho...back to my mental ramblings. As I was breaking through the ice in the buckets and the trough to make sure all the animals had accessible water and carrying a bucket with an icy cold handle, I had an epiphany. I NEEEEEEEED new mittens. The multitude of mitts in my dresser would not suffice.

A couple of weeks ago, I had downloaded a copy of Lambing Mitts, because let's be real: a) when you like cats, people assume you are a crazy cat lady and want everything cat related, b) when you have chickens, people assume you are a crazy chicken lady and want everything chicken related, c) when you have sheep, people assume you are a crazy sheep lady and want everything sheep related, d) when you knit/spin, people assume you are a crazy OLD knitting/spinning lady and want everything knitting/spinning related. You get the picture. There's a whole lotta assuming going on and you know the saying about what happens when you assume. Confession, it is entirely possible that besides the fact that this pattern has everything I wanted in a fingerless mitt, I may have been sold by the name alone.

What is so great about these mitts? Everything. I prefer mittens over gloves because they keep my hands warmer, but let's face it, finger dexterity is critically hampered by them. You can get the type of mitt known as a glitten...the top sort of folds back and hooks onto the top of the hand, but that makes for a big blob on your hand. Totally fingerless mitts often stop at the middle knuckle and unless you extend the pattern, it is awkward to curl your fingers back in to stay warm. This pattern has the best parts of both of those. The garter rows at the finger area can be left unfolded to allow full finger coverage, yet still be able to stick fingers out, or they can be folded back to the middle knuckle area for more finger exposure but without the giant double layer of mitten top stuck onto the back of your hand!

Sold! But wait, there's more! My plan was to cast on during my Monday night Knit Night with some leftover Noro yarn. This plan was very nearly foiled by the discovery that somehow in my rabid collecting spree of all the needles, I did not have any US7 circular needles that were 9-inches long. Double point...yes...hate them...won't use them. This potential crisis was averted by a quick trip to a LYS for some needles. Did I get out of there without yarn also??? Why would you even bother asking? Sitting on a shelf tucked out of sight, I spotted a skein of Casablanca yarn in neutral colors that mimic all of the fleece colors in my flock. Must.have. Wool, silk, and mohair? Yes, please. Single ply? Not really a fan, but I will make an exception.

Nearly completed the first one during Knit Night. The pair should be finished in short order.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Over the weekend I completed the monumental task of sorting through and cleaning out one side of the basement garage. Boxes of stuff had been sitting there for over a year. Stuff that desperately needed to be sorted.

The goal of minimizing our collective "stuff" to only things we love and use has been liberating. Granted, some of the items remaining are being stored for our children. One day those things will go back to them, but until then I have a responsibility to store them.

I was ruthless with the rest of it and completely stuffed my car with items to donate, filled the back of the truck with items to trash and brought the items to keep into the basement for further sorting/purging. There are still multiple containers of the out of control numbers of Snowbabies Christmas ornaments that need to go away. My boys' idea of how to dispose of them involves hanging them in the pine tree and doing a little target practice. I'm not on board with that plan. Not sure yet how I want to dispose of them..."collectibles", in reality, translates most of the time to be: "items you spend a lot of money on that NOBODY wants a few years later." Seriously, I can't give these suckers away!

As of last night, all of the boxes in the basement (that are not storing other people's treasures) have been unpacked, put away and purged from. You may want to sit down for this, but I even got rid of several knitting books, 3+ years of knitting/spinning magazines and even a couple of knitting projects I have no intention of completing. Painful experience? Far from it. Liberating. Joyous. Calming. Everything but painful.

In the midst of sorting through knitting supplies, I found little Miss Purl. She has taken up residence hanging out on my knitting bag where she can be my talisman for fiber activities. Welcome back Purl, guard my projects well.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Have been slowly (and intermittently) spinning away at this lovely fiber for well over a year. It sat in my stash for nearly a year before it got onto the wheel.

It's been so long...and I lost the info band...that I can't remember if it is a yak/cashmere or yak/silk blend. Pretty sure it's the latter, but it's irrelevant to the fact that this stuff is soooo incredibly soft and lovely. True, it was a pain until I got the message from it about how it preferred to be spun.

And now, here is the first bobbin, spun and plied into the first skein of what appears to be (pre-soak) mostly lace weight to light fingering weight yarn. Scale weight is coming in at 4.9 ounces which should translate to well over 400 yards. I won't know exactly until it is soaked, hung to dry and re-skeined. Straight off the bobbin and niddy noddy it hangs perfectly balanced...yay me!!!

Still to be spun sits 5.3 ounces of soft sin.

I'm going as fast as I can. Not really, but let's stick with that little white lie for now, shall we?

What do you think it wants to be in its knitted up grown up life? Keep in mind there most likely will be a total of 800-1000 yards of final product yarn. Pretty sure beads need to be involved. I'm all ears for your suggestions.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Over this past weekend we went to the 80th birthday of one of Wes' dearest friends and mentors. It was a wonderful event. The party boy had mentioned some time ago that he had never ever had a birthday party. Well, he did this year...and a surprise one at that!

Family and friends from far and wide came to celebrate. Or so it seemed, for the most part. Unfortunately, this milestone event was taking place at the same time as the Colts game. The horror. (Note that this is said with complete sarcasm as I don't give a hoot about any sports).

What was horrible was observing his sons and grandsons FROM OUT OF TOWN huddle at tables watching/keeping up with the game on their electronics and completely ignoring the guest of honor.

Growing up, I was very close to both my grandparents and my great-grandparents. I loved them dearly and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with them. In fact, after getting my drivers license I went every single Sunday to hang out with my Great Grandfather. Not because someone told me to, but because I loved him and wanted to spend time with him because I knew his time was limited. So, I went, every week right up until I moved away to complete my internship in Dallas. Even after moving, I always went to see him on trips home. A wonderful blessing was getting to place my darling firstborn son in his arms. At just over 100 years old, he held Alex tenderly and gazed upon him while saying, "hello there old chappie".

Grandad passed away not long after that. I took great consolation in knowing that I always did the right thing by taking the time to see him and making sure he knew I loved him, I liked him and I respected him.

So, Sunday my heart was saddened by the blatant disrespect shown by sons and grandsons. I desperately wanted to take those electronics away and tell them to STOPand pay attention to the one that gave them life and has always been there for them. It would likely have fallen on deaf ears. Some lame excuses would have been given. But at the end of the day, they were the losers. They missed out on a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Seems to be happening more and more and, of late on a closer to home level. I hate that. But we all know who the losers will be.

Moral of the story, get off your high horse, get rid of distractions, put aside differences and cherish the ones that cherish you. It may be your last chance.

I'm on my way home to see my Daddy... I love you and can't wait to see you.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

One of my favorite things about autumn is knowing that it will soon be time for one of my favorite treats...pumpkin bread. My mother always made an outstanding recipe that she baked in coffee cans. Once I began home keeping, the tradition continued with a couple of changes: I don't always use coffee cans anymore and I prefer to use fresh pumpkin.

Ideally the pumpkin of choice is homegrown, but that doesn't always happen. Take last year, for example. We had a larger garden spot at my in-laws home. The pumpkin seeds were lovingly started and the vines were carefully tended. My excitement grew as I watched so many beautiful orange orbs ripen. The anticipation of those pie pumpkins turning into yumminess fueled my gardening care.

And then it happened.

Every single one of those gorgeous pie pumpkins disappeared from the garden. Cut from the vine. I am highly suspicious that one of their neighbors cut them for her own use as she has been known to visit and help herself to vegetables before.

I was heartbroken.

This year was not going to be a repeat.

The master plan was to contain the plants in the raised beds at our farm. I cut back my production goals to only 5 plants. Seeds were tucked into the soil. Out of 5 seeds, only one germinated. That seemed to be okay as the plant was covered with all the right blooms. However, only one fruit grew.

One is better than none. Especially considering this year's weird garden weather.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

I love love love the Vegetarian sandwich at Jimmy John's...with extra sprouts and NO tomatoes.

Or I did until a few years ago when they removed sprouts because of the "danger".

Recently, I discovered that some stores still use them, but it is at the discretion of the owner. Occasionally we order lunch in at the shop, and JJ's used to be a favorite. One day I was truly jonesing for some veggie sandwich and decided to order even without the sprouts (for the record, it does NOT taste the same without them). What a surprise to discover that the location that will deliver to us, does use them, but YOU HAVE TO CLICK OFF ON A DISCLAIMER ABOUT THEM BEING POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS! Are you kidding me???

Oh well, sprouts are sprouts. Ordered, with the stupid click, only to discover after the delivery guy left, that extra sprouts was noted on the order, but the sandwich was sprout nekkid. Bummer.

So what is a sprout loving girl to do?

Grow my own.

So I did.

I can bake my own lovely baguette, always have provolone cheese, lettuce and guacamole in the fridge and can pick up a cucumber, so.......

Friday, September 11, 2015

Cast on for a pair of vanilla socks so the self-striping effect could do its thing. Adjusted the stitch count at the heel turn/foot to make the foot a touch tighter to offset the fact that the yarn is straight up merino with no poly in it for stretch/rebound. Sounded like a good plan (except for the other point of forgetting to write down exactly what mods I made to the pattern). But, jeeeeeeeeeezzzzz, these suckers were turning out LARGE and not in charge! The source of the error, besides me, is likely the yarn...it has some thick/thin areas that I believe were throwing the whole thing off. It also was apparent that, despite there being around 55 grams of mostly sock weight yarn in the first skein and 57 in the second, there was not going to be enough to finish each sock. Not really a problem, as I had already made the decision to use some scraps of obnoxiously clashing yarn for the toe...no one would ever see it, but I would always know there was a crazy party going on in my shoes!

That was problem number one of the week.

The second came in the way of a sweater that has been bugging me since it was cast on. The yarn is a gorgeous color way of purple hand dyed, but it clearly was not color set. How do I know this? My slightly purple tinged needles and hands when working with it were a big clue. The other issue with the sweater is tied up with several things about it that have nothing to do with the sweater per se.

Not a great start to the week when you spend your Monday Night Knit Night ripping out two projects.

After much searching and deliberating with a couple of trusted pattern pickers, a second choice was made. Sort of so far, so good.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

I dearly love hanging my clothes on a line to dry. Always have and always will.

Not to mention the "solar powered" dryer being wonderful for utility bills, it is sort of the slow cooker equivalent in laundry. Hang it and forget it.

Unless a thunderstorm pops up like it did today.

My peg bag had already fallen apart. Which was to be expected considering what it was made of.

This afternoon I hung out at my sewing machine for a little bit and whipped up a new bag using a heavy duty hanger and some olllllld ticking fabric that was in a remnant pile from my Granny's and Great Grandmother's fabric stash.

Hung up the rest of the laundry and went my merry way. Until, a pop up storm decided to pretend the clothes line pole was a bendy straw. My dearest fixed and reset the pole. The new bag got a little

wet but held up just fine and if the feather pillows the ticking was originally used for are any gauge, this little bag will be around for many years.

Friday, September 4, 2015

As a little girl, I spent a lot of time with my Granny in her kitchen.

This stool was a fixture there.

I can't begin to count the number of times it was pulled up to the counter so I could reach and help roll out dough for pies or any number of other kitchen help activities. Or, the number of times I would sit on it while we shared an ice cold Dr. Pepper and a handful of peanuts.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Earlier this summer I picked up a lovely 4 oz ball of Peruvian merino roving in the colorway Columbine. Socks of a simple self striping nature were on my mind. Now, some people will poo poo the idea of making socks from a yarn without any added nylon. But I poo poo that thought. Socks have been lovingly knitted up for hundreds of years...well before the advent of nylon. A little extra ribbing does wonders for the stay put power of a sock yarn.

The ball was split as evenly as possible to assure the exact same color progression and spinning commenced.

Oooooh, I love these colors together. The first half was spun up quickly, yielding 52 gm of fingering weight. The second half took a bit longer, but is now spun, plied and awaiting a bath.

In the next picture, pay attention to what happens during the process of wool soak, thwacking and drying. The two skeins are the same weight.

The skein on the right has had its bath which results in the yarn fulling and, in this case, the colors seeped and dulled out ever so subtly. While the skein on the left is fresh off the wheel and niddy noddy.

Spinning is magic. You start with raw fiber, add a little dye, spin a teensy single, ply as desired then the magic is activated in its bath. It never gets dull. You never know exactly what you will get. Kinda like a box of chocolates...;)

So, right now, I am in awe of Mother Nature. We have successfully grown our very own cabbages from little bitty seeds. Yes, people do it all the time, but me and my guy have never...until now. It is also quite a spectacular spectacle when you factor in how many tomato seedlings, eggplant seedlings (all of them), broccoli and multiple types of pepper seedlings were sacrificed to a kitty that was sure they were grown just for her. Never mind that she puked left us a present after every snack session she took. Never mind that if someone me had been more careful about closing the sunporch door they would not have been so tempting a treat.

Cabbages. Lovely firm green cabbages. Now on their second sprouting after the first harvest.

I'm not that crazy about cooked cabbage, but I do love me some coleslaw. The one caveat with coleslaw is that I will not eat it unless it is made with my Granny's dressing recipe that lives in my head and is memory stored in my hands from making it with her. Mr. Dearheart Hubby does not like what he calls "picnic food". The only reasoning he can come up with for this weird ailment is that, as a young boy, he was more interested in fishing and could not be bothered to stop to eat. So, picnic food became associated with having to stop fishing. Boy logic. That being said, he has tried my coleslaw and does like it/will eat it. But there are only so many meals that you can have coleslaw with in a row.

Enter sauerkraut. He LOVES it. Me, not so much until a couple of years ago when I re-tried it with corned beef at his request. Now I'm hooked. Thus began the search for an easy recipe for homemade sauerkraut. Where else to go but to a very good friend that is a wealth of knowledge. She shared both a jar of her home canned sauerkraut and the recipe.

Last weekend, faced with a basketful of cabbage heads, I set to thin slicing, salting, packing and brining the first batch. They have to sit and ferment for 3-4 weeks before the final canning process.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

A gazillion little balls of leftover sock yarn have begun to spill out of my currently accessible stash.

Beekeeper's Quilt? I started that a few years ago and quickly lost interest. Those cute little hexipuffs are now destined to become cat toys. That and the fact that the vast majority of my stuff is still packed away in storage during the mammoth house remodel adventure.

Too many things currently on needles? Ha ha...I don't know a single knitter that would utter those words.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

I hear that question a lot from people when I tell them I prefer to grow/preserve as much of my own food as possible. It is shocking how many people do not fully understand the ramifications of GMO's and other questionable food production practices currently in place.

Just because something comes from a store does not mean it is a better choice. That has been proven time and time again, whether it be food, clothing, shelter, or health related.

The poorly informed take the stance "that it hasn't killed me yet" or some similarly sad attempt at reasoning.

Unlike the vast majority of Americans, I am in a fairly unique situation of being able to provide for myself. The general rule of thumb for many seems to be a misguided attempt at achieving the pinnacle point Maslow's Hierarchy of self-actualization without realizing that they truly lack the basic survival skills of being able to take care of themselves. Take away the supermarkets, the clothing stores, the home improvement stores and most would be lost. Where will they find food? Where will they find clothing? Where will they find shelter? They have no clear grasp on the methods in which each of these activities are achieved...without being able to go buy them. Add to that the faulty notion that if it can be purchased, then it is better quality.

Every single day it becomes more and more clear that I am an anomaly...an individual that has taken the time and energy to find out how to make/grow/raise/build whatever I need. That is not to say that I don't partake in commercial purchases. Of course I do. But for many things, I don't have to. The skills of food production and preparation were shared with me at an early age. As were skills in sewing and home maintenance.

I am ashamed to admit that at one point in my life I too was guilty of the beliefs that: bigger is better, money buys everything you need, if you don't have an "education" you will never be successful, and so on and so forth. Fortunately, I was able to escape that mindset.

Simpler really is better. But it is too scary for too many. And that is sad.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Today, my sister and I did a little bit of closet organizing for our Daddy. (Yes, I still call him Daddy because, well, he's my Daddy!).

True to our normal "look, there's a squirrel selves", it wasn't long before we were sidetracked and giggling uncontrollably.

Growing up, we had special birthday candles that came out each year for the annual pictures by our cakes. I don't recall them actually being burned for very long each year. In fact, what I do recall is taking a paring knife to mine each year to hack away to get it down to whatever current year.

At the top of the closet were those cherished boxes. Such excitement!

What we found inside was a combination of sadness and confirmation of our birthday stories of late. No candles. That's okay, it's visual proof of the now undeniable truth that we no longer have birthdays and are not getting older. No candle...no more aging. You cannot have more birthdays without more special birthday candle! Pretty simple and obvious, huh?

Digging around in a memory box offered a glimpse into our childhood personalities. I am choosing to deny, deny, deny any recollection or resemblance of or to that young girl. Ha!

(This was my sister's...love the P.S.)

And one of mine:

Feel safe in saying that I may have had a history of perhaps, not being very well behaved. (Then or now)

Good times...memories and the present: precious and perfect just the way they are.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Unhappiness is a dropped stitch so far back into a pattern repeat that it is easier to frog back multiple 160 stitch rows than it is to try to pick it up and work in slipped stitches. (I've already frogged back at least 6 rows)

What does make me happy? The Honey Cowl is a gorgeous slipped stitch pattern which creates a yummy and squishy fabric. My yarn of choice is the swoon worthy Stonehedge Crazy by Stonehedge Fiber Mill.

So, don't mind me...I'll be in the corner tinking and muttering to myself.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

One of the downsides to moving is not knowing where everything is while you oh so very patiently wait for the remodel to be finished so you can unpack. The upside is that it will be like Christmas morning when I get to unpack. It is probably safe to say that since I have forgotten about most of the stuff safely tucked away, I, in reality, likely do not need it. But that is another topic entirely.

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to rearrange some of my yarn stash boxes. My dearest was adamant that during this remodel I have ready access to most of my yarn stash, fiber stash and spinning wheel. What I failed to consider was the importance of putting works in progress where they would not be abandoned. It was particularly cold on this rearranging weekend and it seemed the perfect time to pull out and USE the ever lovely Peerie Flooers hat made last year. Hold the phone! I KNOW that the matching mittens were cast on over our Christmas trip to Florida well over a year ago! Where oh where could Peerie be???After some digging around, said mitten(s) were found. Well, the bag with the yarn, needles, pattern and pitiful abandoned cast on wrist lining. Not sure how or why these were abandoned. I love doing colorwork and the hat was fast and fun. Perhaps they will be keeping my fingers toasty warm sooner rather than later...

Thursday, January 1, 2015

We spent the day working on the house remodel/rehab. I was consumed with scrubbing dirt and horrific amounts of graffiti off of a bedroom's four walls, closet and ceiling. It's going to take some serious hard core primer to cover up this mess. Wes worked on the shower pan liner and prepping for me to lay the tile as the last chore of the day.

Hindsight taught us to trust our gut that perhaps there was not enough pitch to the pan, but we were anxious to get the tile cut and down before leaving for our date night.

We got it done, but were in a rush to get done, cleaned up and out the door to the movie time we picked. All the while, a nagging fear was eating at me. (This fear was realized a little bit ago when the shower failed the rolling marble test. Fortunately, the mortar had not yet fully hardened.)

Made it to the movie (Interstellar), home, and since we are such party animals I was falling asleep before midnight.

Today brought the decadent joy of sleeping in followed by brunch. I had read this morning about how this is supposed to be the Year of the Goat. But, I disagree, and here is why: goat = angora goat = fiber = spinning = yarn = knitting. So, in fact, it really is the Year of the Knitting!

In honor of such a wonderful time, I did that daring feat...KIP...aka knitting in public. Not to mention the first 45 rows of this fingerless mitt were completed during the movie!

Happy Year of the Knitting!!! May you have many WIPs that you turn to FO's with no frogging/tinking to slow you down!!

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Hi! My name is Dina. Welcome to my world. I am a girl that loves to care for her home in what is often referred to as an "old fashioned" way. I believe in good home cooking from scratch and making things myself.
My husband and I have a small farm where we garden, raise honeybees, chickens and Shetland sheep.
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